"Your conversation with Little Lilith was particularly interesting."Sol made a deadpan face, while he looked at Edea, at the way his teacher brought up her peeking habits to him.Still, he nodded. He was rather happy about his discussions with her and every time managed to learn some new things he didn't have a complete grasp on.Edea smiled before waving her hand in the air, mana gathered at the tip of her fingertips, and soon a spherically shaped holographic map was slowly formed in front of him."But she is right. It's necessary for you to always have a better grasp of the world."It wasn't the first time he saw that map. After all, it was the map of the known world."As you know, our world is a body made out of 30% land and 70% water. We have a worldwide population of nearly 2 billion and a ratio of 3:7 men to women."Each time Sol saw the map, he couldn't help but fall deep in thought. Even though the formation of the continents was a little different, this map really made him t

She could not really remember, but the oldest recollection of her memories was without a doubt the panging feeling of hunger and the sickening feeling of overwhelming hatred. It was a deep and disturbing feeling that gnawed at her insides and made her unable to sleep or think.During those times, as only a ten-year-old girl, she survived by eating scrap and leftover trash and by fleeing or hiding from most adults, especially males.During those times, there was no kingdom nor did there exist a royal family. People of all races fought over their faiths and tried to indoctrinate their teachings on others. Humans were a prime target for those so-called indoctrinations.They were used as weapons…. they were used as tools…. they were used as mere toys.She hated recalling those times.During those times, human life was cheaper than garbage. A bit of food was incentive enough for people to kill each other over it and every day tens of people laid dead in the bleak streets filled with darkne

"By the way teacher. Don't you have something to explain to me?"Currently, Sol was reading a rather thick brown-covered book titled dangerous zones in the world.It was a rather interesting book written by one of the angels living in Slothstein.Edea, meanwhile, was elegantly sipping on her tea when she heard his abrupt question.Intrigued, she put back her cup on the plate and threw a questioning glance at Sol as she queried for him to elaborate,"I mean, what kind of spell do you always use to make me forget about confessing to you?""By the way, I wrote a memo about me asking you this question today. If after reading this I remark that I have not asked about it I will understand that you did something to me."An awkward silence permeated between the two. Sol didn't even bother lifting his head from his book as he flipped another page.Still, even though Edea couldn't see his face, she could feel that he was quite angry with her.'This is the first time right?'She was quite surpri

In one of the innermost rooms of the church, a ritual was happening.Despite being completely devoid of any decoration, the room seemed to be covered in a holy atmosphere.In the middle of the room, standing over a large concentric circle in the form of a pentagram, Camelia could be seen with her two arms stretched and bleeding from the slit made on her wrists.She kept mumbling about a blessing from her "mother" as she bathed the circle, that was drawn in a special chalk, with her own blood.This blood, even though it was seemingly coming from a human, had a slightly golden hue.Her expression was as pale as a sheet and her breath was getting weaker. Still, she did not stop.Next to her, a young blonde-haired girl wearing a blue knight armor had a worried expression as she opened and closed her mouth again and again but still didn't voice her worry.She knew that any words getting from her could disturb the entire ritual and since Camelia had been bleeding herself out to the limit of

Sol slowly opened his eyes as he once again appeared in the special teleportation room belonging to the church.This time, it was a private meeting between him and Camelia so he had no reason to wear particularly special clothes. Though he did make the effort of dressing nicely by wearing a simple black and white cloak over his white suit.'I did not feel sick this time.'A wide smile plastered his face. He had always hated this form of transportation because of the resulting sickness. Now it seemed that he did not have to worry anymore."Welcome, your highness."Other than him, ten others were present in the room. Though the hair color of one of them, in particular, caught his attention.'Blonde hair and blue eyes? And–an armor?'Those two colors were the sign of someone blessed. Genetic had absolutely nothing to do with it. Children wouldn't inherit this particular set of colors. The only way to obtain it is to be blessed or recognized by one of the goddesses. As for the armor, it d